In the long ago past ancient timeline,
A maritime mirror shined bright like glass.
A Cross reflection above the treeline.
Division between like a deep abyss.

Surface tension broken with just a touch.
Stepping out onto on top of the brine.
Moving Minds;Disturbing Thoughts;Did So Much
Don’t worry Child, You did it All just fine.

Passing beneath, under the overpass,
After walking thru a long dark tunnel,
Finally reaching Critical Mass; Then
Rose up high, airborne in a cloud funnel.

For you and I, He gave his life: He died.
Rising again revived; the Son survived.